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BY'FEATHERSTON & HOYT.ANDERSON COURT HOUSE, S. C., THURSDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 25, 1860.VOLUME 1.?NUMBER 11.?tohrl aitb lirtets&j Storj.IN PETTICOATS.BY ? MOREST MAN.'I couldn't think of such K thin et"Butj-ou must, my happiness dependsupon it. Here, put on the thingumbobs,aud what'b his name."And my friend, Bob Styles, hcldlup be?fore my hesitant gaze, a suit of female apphrel. His idea was that I should \personato his lady for ono day, to -.prevent^anybody from suspecting. the truth?namely, that she had joined him in a run?away marriage party?until it should betoo later,for interference ; that i?. until theminister should have tied the. knot be?tween them, that nothing but; a specialact of the Legislature could untie.This scheme was hot actually so ab?surd as it appeared at first sight." . MaggieLee was a tall, queenly woman, with almosfca masculine air; and at that time Ihad OToryslight form, almost effeminate;so that,-in fact, there was really little dif?ference on that point. Then I had lighthair, tolerable long, and fresh complexion.Part my hair in the middle, put my bon?net on my head, and few ladies' wouldhave suspected but what I waff one oftheir own sex. Those accessories gavequite a decided resemblance to Maggio,Lee, especially when, as in this case, thedisguise was her own.Then the day chosen for a runawayJtnatch was an auspicious one. Maggie'sfather was to drive to D-,.a small vil?lage noar where she lived, and thoro shewas to join a sailing, party down Driver, to tho grovo, threo miles below,from which tho party was to return in theevening in carriages.Our plan was, that I should be in waiting in the village, and should go on theboat with the sailing party, while Maggie,after leaving her father, should slip oft*with Styles across the country.At last I got dressed, and presontcdmyself before Maggio Lee, blushing agreat deal, I believe, feeling vory muchpinched about the waist, and with an unomfortabkreonseiousness that my?shirtleeves were too short, or wanting altother.Everything finished in the way of toilBob Styles took me in his light wagon,ve me over to D-1?? by a secludedtc, and left me at the hotel, where" theH?? Parry wus *? nsseniblo. Severalpic-niccrs were already there, andgreeted my cavalier, cordially, ask-,he was going with them. He told*v \o was not,I W&mg bnsincsa engagements, you^V, and all that sort of thing. DeucedS0I\L can't go, though. I had just time*? ^gM?ss Lee over, and now I'm off.^ \ibj-, this is Miss Lee. Miss AVithcr^Y^s kce;"'and ho rattled off al?ng %jgv of introductions, Which convinceiL ^ few of tho fomaics wercacquaint yfita tno y0ftUng ].M\y jwasperson^?a yery fortunate thing forthe pi;e.hation of my d^guisc.s Mr. B\y?a tjril, legal looking man,with &MuOS0'.imi eye-glasses, seemedto be-pre^essed with me, and I over?heard lmnVjsper t0 Bob Styles, as he? wei>t qut: Wico looking gal, that MissLee/ \. ? ', "Tes> \auVed ljob, with a mischiev?ous glance ;W ?S\XQ \s a njco givi?? though .a Lp ??? go-ahead sometimes.Keep a look ^on j,cr.? then lower?ing Thjs voice!\t % bad match for you.oldYellqw;^^? ? ?- '-Is she?'*J#iij:m^y) i,j? jjrterest.decp.ening:. *, \ *.* ';Pn myj^ioWe^ied Bob. ."Fortythousand dollurstlcr.?wn right. Day !dayJ" and hc_wa\,neMaggie, ?rtful Uure that she was,had told/her fitfheLt the sailing partywas ta* assemble inother hotel, andthither he had takeL. Having busi?ness in Bi-^, ho %er ti10r0} merclysaying that.Yvo woucLd the carriage;after her *t "twelvej)'^t she, like adutiful daughter, ^se\ him, bid himgood-bye, aMbeforAe via(^gone a hnn.. dred yjirds,.: took a^t in Bob Stvle8?light-wagon, which bWiveV;up to theback .door, as old *\ oarage droveaway froni the front YAs for us of the ic-nic\vC43ionj we; had a pleasant sail >wn to\^ ^yo, butsomehow I could n; enjoy itL agI*gght to have ;dje. WhenY ^kedo^K?ard the boat | felt awkwaV^ a9 if?^?rybody was logng at me. '^oun(i|My/BmTby, as I W expected, a\unfrSl^nd^'ising lawyer.Hc insisted on\,?"lisg for my ticket jdj?fehasing enoiLojang^, pears n'^Puies to set up\'street stand! F(&>r five times I was orthe point %{ swfcng at His impudent? officiousness, bi^* in>" ^fe^esjust in'time to prevent0-^085*0- -^^yt wasnbi[with him that I found my roU tH.hattest,to play.m the young ladies were the hardestonest? deceive. For instance, there wasone ardmg them, a beautiful girl of seventeenAjust returned from boardingschool, vtfio had not seen Maggie Lee forthreo yeqer. Of coarse she was delightedwith me \vbon she found out that I wasMaggie, wlW by the way, did not occuruntil we had\Wted. She threw herself |into my arms,\ul{ed my veil aside, andkissed me half Adozen times, 'in a man?ner that made luVfhiger ends tingle forhalf an hour, lyW aU very nice; butif I had been pru^-ty persona; I shouldasthough Ifals>:might issue ahave liked it betteA As it was, I feltwas "oMuning goods undercolors," and tW Lawyer Bimbywarrantor my arrest onthat ground at any monfont.A whole knot Of criadiuo then surrounded mo on the uppcVdcck of theboai;; to the utter exclusion and eonsccment disgust of Mr. Bimbi and othergentlemen. \The river breeze was very n^sh wherewe sat, and I noticed that scve\? of theladies wore glancing uneasily a\ me. Icouldn't divine the reason nntilVennic,my little- friend from boarding vhool,laid her face dangerously close to\iine,md whispered:?3iy (Teai* Maggie, your dress is bW.iug .up terribly high?your ancles wilLcthe town talk with -t hegen tlemcu." \Now I was conscious of having a vetismall foot for a man, and had donrieid ;pair of openwork stockings which cnmc\nearly to my waist, with a pair'of gait?ers borrowed from the servant girl, in alljf which toggery my running gear looking 'iptlte respectable; but the idea ofgditTeinen talking, about my ancles andof btinglcautioned thus by a young girl,who w?hld have been frightened to deathif I had told her the same thing yester?day, was too much for mo, and I burst, in?to a sortiof strangled laugli, which I couldonly Chcpk by swallowing half of nnfiligree handkerchief. The young ladiesloqko d afhnc in apparent astonishment,and I waited to laugh all the more. Fortunal;ely..Ir. Bimby came to my rescueat the ijomont, and edged himself inamomg thl crinoline."May Ijit here?" he asked pointing toa low stoo near me."Certair y," I simpered in my highfalsetto."Ah, tli? tk you," said Bimby?with alackaduisic 1 air. which nauseated roe ascoming fix i man to another?"you arearc fascinating."er me"Ii' no iileed, praise of you cannot beflattery, Ml> Lee.""An, sir,|ou are very naughty,'-'^j>aidI, in the mdt fcmi.iiuc tone I could ccmmand.lie cast akiugnishing glance at me, andI fairly begi to feel for his feelings."We soonnrrived at the grove, andfound our |nd?engaged beforehand?awaiting us.jOf course dancing was thefirst amuscniit, and Lawyer Bimby ledmc out for Ischottischc. It was hard,but I soon gl accustomed to it. Whena waltz was joposcd, I resolved to havea little amus^icnt at tho expense of theu n fort u n a to. luiby.Iliad first lade hinvproperly jealous,by dancing iv;h two or-three young fel?lows, one oHhom I knew in my owncharacter, b$ who ne\ei suspected me asMaggie Lee.j This yotnr man is a greatwoman-kille}?a sort d* easy, devil-maycare rascal, a|Iio made he ladies run afterhim by his alternate varmth of actionand coolness If prosecujon; him I selec?ted to play of, against iy legal admi rer.I allowed himjto hold ic very close!)',and occasionaMy looked* t him with ahalf fascinating cxprcsW When wekind as yo"You flast uped danciig lie led he to my goat,keeping his am tightly nnd my waist,and I permitted it. Havtr thus stirredJiimby unto feats of wilful valor, 1asked one of ths gcntlemefto direct themusicians to piny a walta. Bimby cameimmediately. . \"Ahem?a?Miss Lee, eld I have thehonor of?a?trying a walti-ith you ?"I smiled a gracious acquWnce, andwe commenced. Now, I ami old stagerat waltzing; I can keep it uingCr. thanany non-professional dancer, hie or fe?male, that I ever met. As ^g as theSehonuebrunn rings in my oau can goon, if it is for a year. Not soiraby; he.pleaded want of practice, and ljicknowlodged that he soon got dhsj "Aha,old boy," thought I, "I'll give i a turn,then." But I only smiled, aud^id thatI should get tired first."Oh, yes," he exclaimed, "of Lrsej Ican waltz as long as any one yol lady;ibut not much longer."V For three minutes my chcvar ^w\M. He went smoothly andLnry .butSt the expiration of that timle De!gan to grow warmi Five minutes elapsed,and Bimby's breath came harder andfaster. On we went, however, and Iscorned to notice his slackening up at.every round as wo passed my seat. Aftersome ten or twelve minutes, the wretch?ed man gasped out between his steps:"Ah?a?are fjm not get?getting tired?""Oh, no," I burst forth, as coolly as if wewere riding round the room. "Oh, no; Ifeel as if I could waltz all night."The look of despair that ho gave wasterrible to see. I'was bound to see himout, however, and we kept at it. Bimbystaggered and made wild steps in all di?rections. His collar wilted, his 03-08 pprtruded. his jaws hung down, and altogeth?er, I saw he could not hold out much lon?ger"This is delightful," I said, composedly,"and you, Mr. Bimby, do waltz so easily!"" Ah, puff?puff?yes?oh?puff?verydelightful," gasped he."l)on't you think we ought to go a lit?tle faster VHe rolled his eyes heavenward in agoony. So when we neared the musicians,I said "Faster, if you please ;" and theyplayed a la whirlwind. Poor Bimbythrew his feet about like a fast pacer, andrevolved after the manner of a teetotumthat was nearly run down. At last hestaggered a step backwards, and spinningeccentrically away from me, pitched head?long into a.bevy of ladies in a corner. Iturned round coolly, and walking to myscat, sent the young woman-killer for alarge glass of ice water.The miserable lawyer recovered his sen?ses just in time tb see me tliank his rival\r the glass of .water. I got. some ideafftm this of the fun young ladies find into\nunting us prior fellows of the otherscx\ At this juncture, and before Mr.Bimbyhad time to apologize, for his acci?dent, li.Oc Jennie came miming Into theroom- j\s she came near me I perceivedthat Ifer hands clutched closely in herdress, And positively shuddered as shewhisper^ to me, " Oh Maggie, come andhelp mo^x my skirts?they arc comingdown!"I said Hwas tired; " could not some?body else ;u ? ""iso. notiing would do but I must ac?company (er to the house of a gentlemanwho owne\ the grove, and assist her toarrange he\ clothing. So I went. Whatif it shouldbe necessary to undress thegreater pai\ of her raiment? What if,in tho miUsrbf all the cmharrassment otbeing closetel with a beautiful girl of sev?enteen, in a s\itc of 'comparative freedomfrom drapeiyjmy real sex and identityshould be discovered by her? I felt as ifan apoplectic ft would be a fortunate oc?currence to ify just then. However, Inerved myself Vor the task, and accom?panied Jennie ,0 the house designated.An old huh' shaved us into her chamber,and Jennie heavng a sigh of relief, let goher dress. As sie did so, a?pardon myblushes?a petticoat fell to the lloor. Shewas about to proved, but I alarmed herby a sudden and \yhcment gesture." Stop !" I cried frantically, forgettingmy falsetto; " Doi't undress, for God'ssake!"" And why not ? \" Because 1 am?ein you keep a secret?"" Why. yes. Howrtfghtened you look.Why, what's the matter ??Maggfc?you?you?why?oh ! oh! oh ! " ' And shegave three fearful screens." Hush; no noise, orT am lost." I ex?claimed, putting niy haul over her mouth;?; I mean you no harm."So was all of a tremble. >>oor little thing,but she saw the force of ny argument." Oh. sir," she said. " I see you are aman, but what does it all mean? Whydid you dress so? " \I told her the whole story as briefly aspossible, and exacted fron her a promiseof tho most sacred secrcsy I then wentout of the door and awaited till she hadarranged her dress, when she called me inagain and we had a long talk, which endedin a mutual feeling of friendliness and oldacquaintanceship quite wonderful for peo?ple meeting for the first time. Justus westarted to go back to the pavilion, 1 saidI must relieve my mind of one more bur?den." And what is that ? " she asked."Those kisses. You thought I wasMaggie Lee, or you would not have giventhem. They were very sweet, but I sup?pose I must give them back."And I did. She blushed a good deal,but she didn't resist nie, only when I gotthrough she looked timidly up and said:' I think you are real knaughty, anyhow.'When wo returned we found LawyerBimby quite recovered from his dizziness,and all hands ready for supper, which wasserved up in the ball room. I sat betweenBimby and Jennie, and made love to bothof them in turn?to one as Maggie Lee,to the other as myself. After supper, atwhich I astonished several by eatingrather more heartily than young ladiesgenerally do, -we had more dancing, and Ihinted pretTty strongly to Mr. Bimby thatthat I should like to try another waltz.Heilidn't take the hint,. Pindingitratherdry amusement to dance with my ownkind, I soon abandoned that pleasure, andpersuaded Jennie to stroll off, into themoonlight with me. "We found the grovea charming place, full of picturesque littlecorners and rustic seats." and grey rocksleaning out over the river. On one ofthese latter, a little bench was placed ina nook sheltered from the wind and fromany sighu.Here we sat down inytho full: flood ofmoonlight, and having just had dinner, Ifelt wonderfully in need- of a' cigar. Ac?cordingly, I went bade to a little standnear the ball room and purchased severalof the wonderful woman.that sold refresh?ments. .Then returning to the seat by therocks, I gave up all cares of fears of myjneognitO', and revellech; in the pleasuresof. solitude, the fragrance of my cigar, themoonlight and little Jennie's presence.llow long wo sat there, Heaven aloneknows. We laughed and talked and sang,looked in each other's eyes,and told for?tunes and did all the nonsensical opera?tions cotr.mon"amongst young people justfalling in love with each other, and mighthave remained there until the month ofNovember, in the year, of our Lord eigh?teen fifty-seven, for aught I kuowr hadnot carriages been sent to convey ushome, and tbe rest of the company beganto think where we had gone.At length they hit upon the path, andnil came along single file until they camoto the open space above. Then they sawa sight! I was spread cut in a free andeasy position, my bonnet taken off; andmy hair somewhat towzled up. One footrested on the ground, and the other on at,rock about level with my head, (regard?less of ankles that time,) and there I satpuffing away in a very lady-like style, ata light flavored Concho. Jennie was sit?ting clos?i beside me, with her head almostupon -my shoulder, and her small waist al?most enci rcled by my arm. J ust as theparty came along above, I laughed out ina loud masculine voice."Just:think of poor what's his namethere?Bimb}*! Suppose he knew ho hadbeen making love to a man \ "" Hush!" cried Jennie. " Look!?thereho is! oh! 1113* gracious! there is thewhole company!"Yes, we were fairly caught. .It was ofno use foir me to clap on my bonnet, andasHume fidsotto again?they had all seentoo much for that; Besides, by this timeBob Styles and Maggie Lee were doubt?less " on 2 flesh," and my disguise was ofno importance, so I owned up and toldthe story.Lawyer Bimby was in a rage; he vowedto kill mo, and even squared off; but therest of the company laughed at him sounmercifully, and suggested that weshould waltz it out together, that he final?ly cooled down, and slunk away to takesome private conveyance back to D-.Bob Styles and I arc, living in a largedouble house together. He often says hoowes his wife to my masquerading, buthe doesn't feel under any obligations tome, for I owe my wife to the same thing!N. B.?My wife's name is Jennie. ?-?*Woman.?Perhaps a more just andbeautiful compliment was never paid towoman than the following, by Judge Story."To tli e honor, to the eternal honor ofthe sex. he it said, that in the path of du?ty no sacrifice with them is too high ortoo dear. Nothing with them is impossi?ble, but to think from what love, honor,innocence, and religion require. Thevoice of pleasure or of power may passunheeded?but the voice of affliction nev?er. The chamber of the sick, the pillowof the dying, the vigils of the dead, thealtars of religion, never missed the pres?ence or the sympathies of woman.Timid thought she be, and so delicatethat the winds of Heaven may oft tooroughly visit her, on such occasions sheloses all sense of danger, and assumes apreternatural courage, which knows not,fears not consequences.'-Then she displaysthat undaunted spirit which neither courtsdifficulties or evades them; that resigna?tion which neither murmurs or regrets;and patience in suffering which socms vic?torious over death itself. *-?,Imperfectness in Good Men.?Exam?ples ought never to pass for laws. Menare too subject to infirmities to serve forcopies for others to follow. In the great?est virtues there will be eternally somemixture of imperfection, and a man isin danger of taking his example from theblind side he discovers. -But reason andjustioe can never mislead him,-?Slanders, issuing from red and beautifullips, are like foul spiders crawling fromthe blushing heart of a rose.? " - *'Selected |jffdrjr.Happiness.ftrtteJiappm'esi is always'iieaf,.Although so seldom found;Enough of good the heart to cheerDoth everywhere abound?And if we only reason Tight,Our ceres and sorrows all are light;What though a cloud je on the ?ky,Or hides the aim's bright beams;1 'Tis but a shadow passing byThrough which the light still gie?rirt*?Shadows and clouds soon pas/away,And leave a fair and pleasant day.Bo with the transient pains of lifeThat often rend our hearts,'And makes this world a scene of strifeThat scarce a joy imparts?Our trials, rightly understood,, Are ever sent us fur. our goud.?We oft destroy our peace and joy,And spoil our best repose',When vexing cares our minds employ,Or vain, fictitious woe??Wo mourn in sorrow and distr^s,When we might share true happiness.True happiness is everywhere,And every leaf and flowerThat bcautiiies this earth so fair,Seems to possess a powerTo make the human heart more blest,And give the troubled spirit rest*.There's happiness enough on earthFor all its woes and pains ;And he who gave our spirits birth,Ne'er placed us hero in vain,But gave us hearts to love and blessThe source of all true happiness,i-<>ITow to do Good.?A quaint writergives a short and easy method of doinggood, which will be as effectual as could .be adopted. He says "Why do you bogin to do good so far off ? This is a Till?ing error. If you do not love your' wife,do not pretend to such lovo for tho peopleof the antipodes. If you let some familygrudge, some pocadillo, somo undesirablegesture, sour your visage towards a sisteror a daugter, pray cease t? preach bene?ficence on a large scale. Begin not nextdoor, but wjj?iin your ^own door, withyour ncxT. neighbor, whether relative, ser?vant or superior. Account the man you"meet, the man you are to bless. Givehim such things as you have.Tf.'HowJcanI mako him or her happier ??This is thequestion. If advice will do it, give ad?vice. If chastisement will do it, givechastisement. If a look, a smilo, or warm.pressure of the^hand^or tear will do it,give tho look, smile, hand or tear. Butnever forget the happiness of our world isa mountain of golden sands,randTthat it isyour part to cast some contributary atomevery moment. ? There is as much phi?losophy and sound morality, beautifullyexpressed in these few words as there isin a volume of sermons. Let every- onepractice the rule laid down, and see howsoon the opportunities for doing good willpresent themselves?how. much more sat?isfaction he will feel in himself?how muchbetter he will be satisfied with tlw worldand tho world with him. The commonduties of life are those which are most of?ten passed over with inattention; and yettho whole happiness of our lives, andthose connected with us, depend i essen?tially upon their performance. Theyshow the true temper of our virtue, andas i:hey are well or badly performed, pro?mote orxlestroy that peace or perfect sat?isfaction of mind in which true happinessconsists.-+Life.?Men rejoice when the sun is ris?en, they rejoice iiftb* when it goes down,while they are unconscious of the decay oftheir own lives. Men rejoice on seeingthe face of a new season, as at the arrivalof one greatly desired. ^Nevertheless, therevolution of seasons is the decay of hu?man life. Fragments-of drift-wood meet?ing in the wide ocean, continue togethera little space; thuafcparents, wives, chil?dren, relatives, friends and riches, remainwith us for a short time?then separate,and the searation is inevitable. No mor?tal cart escape the common lot; he whomourns for departed relatives has no pow?er to cause them to return. One stand?ing on the road would readily say to anumber of persons passing by, I will fol?low you. Why, then, should a persongrieve' when journeying the same road,which has been assuredly trodden by allhis forefathers ? Life resembles a cataractrushing down with itTesistable impetuosi?ty. Knowing the end of life is death, ev?er}' right-minded man ought to pursuethat which ? counected with ultimateblius.-<?-?"SVeath is not acquirod, as many personssuppose, by fortunate speculations andsplendid enterprises, but by the dailypractice of industry, frugality and econo?my. Ho who relies upon these meanswill rarely be found desitnte, and whoso?ever relies upon any other will generallybeoome bankrupt.The Bream of Life."We extract the following pleasing pas?sage from "The J)ream of Life," by IkeMarvel. Bickens, in his happiest vein,never wrote anything better:Benedict the Married Man.?"You growunusually amiable and kind; you are ear?nest in your search Of friends; you shakehands with your office boy as if he were,your second cousin. You joke cheerfully,with the stout washer-woman; and giveber a shilling over change, and insist uponherkeeping.it; and grow- quite, fuerry atthe. recollection of it. You tap yourhackman on the shoulder very familiarly^and tell him he is a capital fellow, anddon't allow lum to whip his horses, exceptwhen^ driving to the Post-office. Youeven ask him to take a glass of beer withyou upon some chilly evening. Youdrink to the health of his wife?where?upon you think him a very miserableman, and give him a dollar by way ofconsolation."You think all the editorials m themorning "papers arc remarkably well writ?ten?whether.upon.your side or upon theother. You wonder why you never ad?mired Mrs. Hemans before, or Stoddard,or any of the rest. M" You give a pleasant curl to your fin?gers, as you saunter along the street.'and say?but not so loud as to be over?heard?'She is mine?she is mine!'"You Avouder if Frank ever-loved Nel?lie one half as well as you love Madge.You feel quite sure he ne'vef did. Yqncan hardly conceive how it is, that Madgehas not been seized before now by score?,of enamored men, and borne off, like theSabine women in Bomish history. Yonchuckle over your future, like a boy whohas found a guinea in groping for sixpen?'cos. You read over the marriage, ser?vice?thinking of the time when> youAvill take her hand, and slip the ring up?on her finger, and repeat after the clergyman?'for richer?for pooror; for bet?ter?for Avorse!' A great deal of *wors^ -there will be about it you think I"Through all, your heart cleaves to thatSAveet imrfgeof the beloved Madge, as lightdeaveirto dayr- Sh?jvceks leap with abound; and the months only., grow longwhen you approach that day which is -tg^make her yours. There are1 no flowersrare enough to'make boquets for her, dia?monds are too dim for her to wear; pearlsare tame."-And after marriage, the Avceksare even shorter than before. You won?der why on earth all the single men inthe world do not rush tumultuously tothe altar; you look upon, them all, as atravelled man will look upon some, con?ceited Dutch boor, Avho has never beenbeyond the limits of his cabbage garden.Married men, Oti. the contrary, you re?gard as felloAV voyagers; and look upontheir AvivcB^ugly as they maybe, as bet?ter than nohU"You blush a little at first telling yourbutcher what 'your wife' would like; yonbargain Avith the grocer" for sugars andteas, and Avonder if he knows that youare a married man. You practice yournew A\-ay of talk upon your office boy;you tell him that 'your" Avife' expects youhome to dinner; and are astoniskeel thathe does not stare to hear you say it!? "You wonderif the people in the omni?bus know that Madge and you are justmarried; and if the driver knoAVS thatthe shilling you hand to him is for 'selfand Avife!' You Avonder if anybody wasever so happy before, or ever will be sohappy again!"You enter your name upon the Hotelbooks as 'Clarence-an^d Lady,J|0pndcome back to look at it?Avondering;^.anybody else has noticed it?and think?ing that it looks remarkably well. Youcannot help thinking that cvory - thirdman you meet in the hall, wishes he pos?sessed your Avife?nor do you think.itvery sinful in him to Avish it. You fear itis placing temptation in the way of covet?ous men, to put Madge's little gaiters out?side the chamber-door at night/"Your home, when it is entered, is justwhat it should be: quiet, small, with ev?ery thing she Avishes, and nothing moretiian she wishes. The sun strikes it inthe happiest possible way; the piano isthe SAveetcst toned in the world; the li?brary is stocked to a charm, and Madge,that blessed AA-ife, is there, adorning andgiving life to it all. To think, even^pfher possible death, is a suffering you classAvith thejmferoal tortures of the inquisi?tion. You grow tAvain of heart and ofpurpose. Smiles seem made for marriage;and you wonder how you ever.wore thembefore."-0The Bank of England uses in her jwcounts no less than 60 folio ledfl""^ fiUodup completely every dar- 28,000 banknotes are thrown ^'dail7? ?& all so reg*istered that. ^ abstraction of a singlenof ? ? ^aowed by immediate detection'.